Sometimes we hear the voice
of a family member who has died, or we feel their presence. Is it real?
Out of the blue, I think to send
something nice to a friend in another state. When it arrives three days later,
it’s exactly what she needs. Is something more going on than coincidence?
We are more connected to each other than we think, both
the living and the dead.
Soon after I arrive in
Yosemite, a coyote always appears, either sitting along the road to welcome me
in, or trotting across the meadow with a glance. Molly says Coyote is my spirit
guide. She might be right. Some people say they never see coyotes. I see them
all the time.
As I hike, I feel the
companionship of Nature’s spirit, and let it guide me where it wants. The wind comes
near and advises me about tomorrow’s weather. Taking a break, I fall asleep
along the river, feeling I have come home.
We are not limited by what we can see.
